When She Becomes a Witch

Remove makeup to refresh skin.

If you're going to describe this feeling, Aoshiro puts on his uniform, wondering what words would be appropriate.

After I've been wearing leather shoes all day, can I say it feels similar to the refreshment I had when I took my shoes and socks off and threw my feet out on the bed? It is refreshing and reassuring.

Aurelia says that makeup is so-called 'dirt' for the skin, so it should be removed as soon as possible.

Was that 'dirt'? Do the women of the world even do that to be beautiful...... and again realize that the pursuit of beauty is a hard road.

I still manage to tie a bad tie and weave a jacket.

Fix the collar while looking in the mirror and inspect for debris and other items.... No problem.

"Thank you for waiting, uncle."

Kacha opens the door and speaks to the Dada man who waited there.

"Wow, that was faster than I thought."

It was actually picturesque that my uncle was leaning against the wall as if it were nothing at first sight. That's a little hateful, but try not to put it on your face.

"So where do we start? My uncle left me a flushing horse, and would you like to go to the equestrian or bowing department?

"Right, so do you want to go from the bowing department? You only have friends. It was in a letter."

"Well...... for once. The boarding house is the same one. So the exhibit in the bow club is... outside the school building, let's go."

At the ascent and descent of the school building, my uncle stopped for just a little while and then laughed lightly and bitterly.

"You're not used to it. I've lived in a foreign country for over a decade, and I still don't have to take my shoes off or put them back on - what the hell am I gonna do?"

"Oh...... indeed. By the time I first got here, I was about to take off my shoes."

"Right. You can't get out of the habit of being born."

That said, even the trick of putting your head on deception is like that. My uncle is still sloppy. I thought so.

The space in the bow club this year is quite large, only outside the school building.

There are about five large sizes available with different distances, the furthest being a red balloon mounted in the center. They say if you break that, it's a luxury prize.

"Isn't that Souzillow, you're here?

Hello, Rio. Good day.

Riordo comes undressing his usual uniform jacket and wearing a breastplate for a western bow (archery) over his shirt.

His partner Rebecca couldn't seem to let go because he was now teaching his customers how to set up bows.

"By the way, is your son Soujiro's relative?

"Ah. Uncle, he's Rio de Ashcroft. I'm a boarding student at the same place as me. Rio, this is my uncle. You're my father's brother."

After the introduction, my uncle and Rio greeted each other lightly.

"By the way, the inside of Soujiro means... are you still in Samurai?!

Riordo inquires with glittering eyes.

"Ha, there are no more officially samurai in the imperial kingdom (Sumeri Miku), but they are descendants of samurai. I learned the sword, and if the bow and the horse are as smug."

"Riordo, my uncle used to be a flush horse when he was younger."

"Oh, my God, I wanted it at Yabsame Master!

... No one has said 'yabsamemaster'. It's not like Aoshiro misspoke English. Should be.

Afterwards, Riordo begged me to play with my uncle setting up a western bow (archery) or shooting through the target.

He let the western bow, which he had only touched once or twice, shoot through the most distant red balloon after practicing a few times.

"... snug, I knew this bow over here was heavy. It's totally different."

"That's right, Samurai uses any weapon!

"No, because it's not"

The luxury product obtained by shooting through the red balloon was an adorable basket with colorful macarons.

"It doesn't look good on me, so Aoi will hold it."

"That doesn't suit me, either."

"You don't."

I regret that I can't say it back any more. Quiet, Aoshiro, hold a basket of macarons.

Return to the school building and now look around at the quiet sartorial exhibition space.

Not popular.

Better not, but convenient.

My uncle and I talk in Imperial Mandarin, so if someone accidentally asks me, I won't be able to get the content first, just in case.

"Uncle, please fold in."

"What, what, trouble?

"Maybe."

Gyu, and Aoshiro held Macaron's basket in his arms.

"It's a favor for my lovely nephew. Just say it."

"Yes."

In an exhibition space where no one was present, Aoshiro looked up at his tall uncle.

"Find out about the woman named Tsukoko. The top priority is your current location. And the footsteps since she graduated from the Alstromerian School."

"... the Snow White House family? A house that makes royal demon curse outfits."

"Yep."

My uncle was nagging and shut up.

Aoshiro was looking up at his face.

"Okay. If you're the main owner of the Snow White House, you've been a bad friend for a long time. Tsukiko, that's probably his sister. I'm going to listen to you."

"... thank you"

After a short distance, Aoshiro bows with a pepper and imperial ceremony.

"Shizuku Aoshiro, what are you going to do with that?"

What to do, he asks me head-on, and I get stuck in words for a while.

I wonder what the hell I want to do.

... I turned my head on a smile that wasn't Yumis.

I want her to laugh sincerely.

That's exactly what I thought.

And the only person who can do that is Tsukiko Snow White House.

"… to save someone."

"Right."

My uncle didn't make a fool of himself.

"That little one, he's done fine."

He just held Aoshiro and brutally stroked him with his head crooked.